Like Sherlock Holmes, I'm ready to solve a mystery. I'm going to put on a deerstalker cap, jot down notes on a mini-pad and poke around bars and lounges for clues to my relationship conundrum. Why do men only pursue women who ignore them? I'll ponder as I observe men drooling over women who turn away with a roll of the eyes. I have no freaking clue, Watson.

As far as technology has come, you'd think men would return emails, texts and phone calls in a timely fashion. Instead, they take days, weeks and sometimes months to respond as if messages were still sent on foot. So you can imagine my surprise when The Trainer responded to the email I’d sent a week prior, asking him to send me a photo of himself. I mean, did he take a professional mall photo and get it sent for airbrushing?

As honest as I am, I feel really bad saying no. It's an awful habit that usually leads me to overextend myself, or worse, actually agree to something I don't want to do. That was the case with Generous Stranger. I was convinced I wanted nothing to do with the E-popping homie, but how could I ship out when he kept calling?! He even called back after I had told him my cell battery needed recharging. In 5 minutes or less, my phone rang and his name appeared on my screen. “I shouldn't pick up”, I said to myself.

It's been so long since I’ve received an actual phone call that I jump at the sound of a constant ring. With texting as the primary mode of communication, I don't get upset when a man doesn’t call. It used to bother me before, but now I've accepted that when a man says, "I’ll call you" he means, "We’re going to have the deepest 2-hour long SMS conversation!" It's either that or listen to the sound of crickets.

In spite of his use of the N word I woke up the morning after my date with a smile. Not because I was pleased with Generou's Strangers foul vocabulary, but because I hadn’t felt chemistry in so long. There was something about Generous Stranger that gave me goose bumps. He had umph. He had swag. He had a culito chin. Needless to say, I was excited to begin this new romantic journey.

I've gotten used typical terms of endearment like babe, baby, honey, sweetie and mami. Once and while, however, a man surprises me and musters a little romantic creativity. That's when sweet nothings like "my love," "mi vida" and "flacocha" leave their lips and enter my ears. And I am all too willing to listen.

When you first meet a guy, there are sparks. When you first meet a guy that's on Ecstasy, there are explosions you're not even aware of. That was the case with Generous Stranger--the kind and attractive man who bought me a Corona after some hooligans knocked my previous beer to the ground. He was high as a kite that night, and I know because he told me so.

Alcohol usually emboldens me. The liquid courage, as it is so appropriately called, makes my body tingle and I sometimes say and do things that I regret the morning after. So it's no surprise that I walked over to the generous stranger, beer in hand, that night at Coogans. He had bought me the Corona, after all. The buzz that settled in my bloodstream convinced me I should be especially grateful and thank him up close and personal.

I can't remember the last time I went "looking" for love. All of my boyfriends sort of found me and the men I've dated usually spotted me from across a room and approached, fully armored with the intent to seduce. My nonchalant attitude, however, irks most of my friends and family. They don't think I'm taking love seriously and are terrified I will end up alone.

I am a typical Aries female; I'm super impatient and want what I want, when I want it! My demanding nature is constantly being tested, whether I have to wait an extra five minutes for food or an extra hour for a man to return my text.

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